[Arya's at the Bank of Dvalin, she'd gone in to take out what small amount of money she had here with the intention of getting a present for a friend, but when she went to make the withdrawal, there had been something else waiting there for her. A golden helm, shaped with the horns of a bull. Arya's unsure why someone would leave her such a thoughtful gift, or why they didn't give it to her themselves rather than put it in the bank for her, but she looks absolutely delighted with it.

Sat on the steps outside the bank, she stuffs the fistful of runes she's withdrawn into her pocket, and turns the helmet over in her hands. It's a little big for her, obviously made for an adult, but she's sure she could have it modified. Besides, the next thing she needed to do now that she had the money for the gauntlets and anklets she wanted to get for Sophie was find someone who could make them; she could have the helmet altered at the same time.

She switches on the video on the bracelet, her face still full of excitement at the gift.]

Is there anyone here who's an armorer, or a blacksmith?


((OOC: Arya doesn't know that the helmet belonged to Loki, or that this means that he's gone from the city. Feel free to deliver the news to her, she needs some more Starkpain in her life))

[So for this evening, people over the bracelets may hear music. However as the video feed is on, the person playing said music on a violin he borrowed from the Draupnir while in a studio he rented for practicing can be seen. The prince also seems very into his practicing and while he may not be very familiar with the creator of these compositions, he studied enough of the music sheets to become familiar with how they're played and doing a pretty good job. After finishing though, he turns to the feed as seeing it's on and smiles.]

Ah greetings people of Asgard, my name is Enrique and I'm a Prince from the country of Valua. Though currently, I've become a member of the Sigyn house and one of the newest members of the Draupnir as of today at least. I also do invite people to come by and hear me play should you wish to even if this will be my first time playing before an audience, hopefully I won't be too nervous. [There's a small laugh in there.] And greetings to fellow members of the Draupnir as well, I do wish to meet all of you in due time.

Though I do have something else to ask of you fellow people, would anyone know of a place where I might be able to find supplies to build a ship? It sounds very odd to ask I know, but my friends from home and I wish to build a ship here in Asgard together. Thus I would greatly appreciate any help given to me and thank you humbly.

[ minato's been here for a little while now, time he's mostly spent getting some rest and trying to figure things out about this place. and like most people, he hasn't been successful. ]

Hi everyone. I guess I should introduce myself... I'm Minato Arisato. Nice to meet you. And if I've already met you before but forgot, then it's nice to meet you again.

[ okay, that formality is out of the way now at least. ]

So what is there to do around here anyway?

[ or more importantly... ]

And eat.

[The camera angle showed Samantha leaned up against the brick edifice of one of the buildings in the Loki district. It was just after hours for the day and she'd locked up already. One hand flicked at a dark looking cigarette while she stared into the distance. It was nearly out and she was apparently staring, transfixed by the light while it neared her fingers.

The half demon winced, pinching the embers and crushing them before brushing her hand and letting the last shreds of tobacco and cloves flutter to the ground. She looked at her hand and chuckled to herself]

So, I guess everyone's talking about the fight that's coming. Something's occurred to me. There's a few of us who've had powers stripped, things taken away from them. A few of you have lost a lot, some just a few tricks. Are there any of you who're glad you don't have your powers here, even if it means you're not as strong as you could be against whatever's coming? [It wasn't that she didn't miss her magic, but some of those pieces of being a half demon that made her feel less human... She didn't miss them much.]

Now, just need to get a damned ice pack.

[There have been posters put up all over Asgard -- inside Welcome Halls, in the streets, in popular restuarants and traveller-run cafes, even places like the Hospital, Bank and Library. Advertising Traveller Fest the posters are bright and colourful, painstakingly designed by Hanako. There's fliers to match -- perhaps you've passed a volunteer on the streets handing them out? Either way, you should have no problems recognising the poster that Conan is attempting to hold up before the bracelet (it is bigger than he is -- someone get the kid a stool).]

Ta-dah! What do you think, Asgard -- the posters look great, don't they? Thank you to all the volunteers who helped by putting them up or handing out fliers! We've still got a way to go though -- if you want to help out by making banners or decorations for the stalls, talk to Nakama-neechan -- oops! I mean, Mako Nakarai -- that's how you'll find her on the bracelet.

We're still looking for volunteers for the day too! If you can cook and want to try running a cake stall, or if you have a restaurant or cafe in Asgard, and you want to create a stall to sell some of your wares and show people what you do, then you need to talk to Hanako Izekawa! She's in charge of that! Ah -- if you own a business and have supplies you want to donate to this event, we'd be very grateful too!

Finally, if you want to perform at our event, you should let me know! We're building a really big stage, so this is a great chance for any musicians, actors, performers to really show Asgard what you're capable of! We've already got magic tricks, acrobatics, music and a sword fight, but we can do better! Please let me know if you want to get involved. We can help out with props!

Speaking of, I need a volunteer from Odin with advanced fire magic, please! Also, if you're free Machiavelli-san, I have a task for you too!

Ah ... and finally, I have a reminder of why we're doing this. Pulling us from our own worlds, playing games with us and then sending friends away when they're done with them ... the way the gods treat us, it's not right. John-san was here from the start. He helped a lot of people through the hospital and took care of me when I was stabbed. He was my friend and now he's gone, with no chance to say goodbye. [Conan pauses. He's taken some time to cope with John's leaving and time has passed enough that he can speak without worrying about his voice going, but it still hurts. He'd thought --

But what did that count for when god's decided everything on a whim?]

So -- I think we should try our hardest to show the gods we're worth being treated better and that we're worth being listened to. Thank you for listening, Asgard.

[She paused on the video before speaking, looking uncommonly serious for someone usually so full of laughter, drawing a slow breath in. Trying to find words that were... discreet, not completely applicable to her. She was, at times, capable of such things.

There has been just the one thing on her mind, for all she was trying to remake her friendship with Bess. A quiet niggling, but it was more then that, it was a deep seated anxiety, and for once, it showed. Before it had been a case of out of sight, out of mind. But now? Now it was different.]

Tell me... has anyone every had someone appear that they... they came from the same place, so to speak? And... if they were bound in some way...

[she chewed on her lip for a second.]

... would you still be expected to honour that bond? Even in your heart you did not want to, and you were loathe to be in that persons presence even a little? 

[she didn't hate her husband, necessarily, but she knew, it was a mistake for her to ever be around him. Nor could she forgive him, and she was just starting to enjoy herself here.] 

[the video starts off and shows the trainer here looking a little pale, the black dragon finally at his side but looking more tensed than usual. ]

I don't even remember ever losing my bracelet, which means it must have been..

[after he died.. oh, right, the bracelet]

So death is not only inevitable here but also not the end? The Gods must really value our lives then. Considering the camping trip- I wouldn't have thought so before.

[after removing his hat he ruffles his hair a bit which only makes him look more exhausted]

Anything new happen? To those that went along the camping.. what happened after?

[he looks like he wants to say more but.. he apparently decides against it.]

Um, hi everyone...

[This is far from the strident, angry voice that spoke last time she was on the network. Nakama sounds nervous, almost fearful, and there are bright spots of red on each cheek as she speaks.]

So, um, some of my friends know that I wanted to get into designing more seriously, and I've been working on some sketches, but I finally found one that looked okay and decided to give it a try.

[She sets the bracelet down on her desk and backs up, revealing a dark pink dress which she's paired with a single string of pearls for the sake of display.]

What do you think? Does it look alright? Rarity, Kanaya, I'd especially like to hear from you, but anyone else who can suggest any improvements or anything is more than welcome. I need constructive criticism to get better, right?

Um... thanks. In advance. 'Bye.

[And the feed shuts off.]

[The video feed opens up to panning between two rooms in Baldr house - 201 and 203 specifically.  They're refurnished to fit his preference, aka pretty classy, rich guy stuff, as he would put it himself.  Don't ask how he got it.  Just.  Don't.]

Hey, so I'm cleaning up these rooms, trying to make 'em into one big one for myself.  Anyone wanna help me tear down this wall?  Uh, someone who can make keys would be pretty good too.  Have to pick the lock every time I want to get in.  It's not like anybody's using them, so it's fine if I do, right?

Maybe I should be advertising my sweet bachelor pad for the lonely women of Asgard, heheh. [He grins. It's only half-joking...] Haven't had a dry spell since I was about fifteen, geez...

Anyway, hey, Ange, you get bored of staying with those freaks in your house, come hang out with your old man!  Nobody ever visits me, it's not like I'm in a home.

[Having been here a couple of weeks now, Arya looks very different from the first time she addressed the network. She's cleaned up considerably from when she arrived, covered in the mud and blood of Harrenhal, an urchin shivering in a forgotten gray alleyway. She has gained a few bruises since then, particularly on her arms and legs, most of them brown and fading now, but there's one purpling welt on her forearm that she can't help poking at. She doesn't seem too bothered by the bruises, though. While she's arranged her hair in a slightly more feminine way, she's still wearing boys clothes; looser, more comfortable, easier to fight and tumble around in.]


Action

[Those of you passing through the Thor district may chance upon Arya sometime in the morning, looking a little dissatisfied and disappointed in herself. Maya's set her a task, but she's finding it a very difficult one to complete.]

No good. Maybe I just haven't found the right place yet, but...


Video

[It's late afternoon when she addresses the network. Her face still looks troubled.]

What sort of place do you go to, when you need to be alone and think?

[A pause. She's not sure whether to say the next part or not. The truth is, there's a lot that's happened to her over the last few months, ever since they left Winterfell, really. And she's just had to keep going through it all. To have to stop and examine herself now, to meditate and find the inner Arya, would mean facing it all, rather than just adding names to a list of people she'll one day give their retribution. It would mean grieving for Ned, something she's not had the space to do yet. And the idea is scaring her. Maybe not being able to find a place to follow Maya's instruction to her successfully is just a front for that.

She takes a deep breath, but the words won't come. She's just eleven years old, after all, how does she even try and process all of this?]

Robb, can you come and see me, please? I...

[She feels herself blinking back tears and, embarrassed, quickly shuts off the feed.]

[ His curse may have ended a couple of days ago but between the impromptu camping trip and needing some downtime, it's only now that Roxas manages to get to cleaning up his room because someone told him he should collect flowers for everyone. Which is what he did. Almost a full room of them in fact--and without the knowledge that flowers generally die without water he just left them on his floor.

It is now a huge, shrivelled mess he is having to clean up--they are literally everywhere. So today's video feed starts with him standing in his room with several garbage bags and flower remains just everywhere. ]

Does anyone know if there's like...some giant compost or anything we can use if we've got a lot of stuff that could go in it? All I could see are garbage bins and there's kind of a lotta stuff here... [ THANKS ARTHUR. ]

--Oh. And um...I guess. Sorry if I worried anyone a while back. I was cursed and couldn't really think that straight. I'm all better now though! Uh...yeah.

[ And then the feed ends and he'll get back to dragging these giant bags of dried-out flowers down out to the front of Freya's Welcome House until he can figure out what to do to them! ]


[ ooc; feel free to run into him anywhere in Freya c: his room will be open while he cleans up, so! ]

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[It's been a while since he's shown himself on the network. Shu's been dwelling on things way too much lately and he needs to talk things out with someone. Anyone really. Being taken off the battle front gave him some time for self reflecting. Back home he wasn't fortunate enough to have this sort of free time so he may as well take advantage of it.]

What do you think about when the people you care for leave one after another?

You can't go back to the things were before. It's impossible.

There's only one option for you left. To move forward.

How do you cope with that? How do you move on? It's different for everyone, I guess.


Action

[1.If you're awake at 3 am you can find Shu laying in a patch of grass near the Gefion Park in the Baldr district. Bumming around late at night stargazing.

He couldn't sleep at all and going outside didn't seem like a bad idea. Given everything that happened to him back at home, he wasn't really at fault for being so uneasy. The amount of stress he gained within a few weeks was too much for him to handle. Serious issues piled up and he was forced to sort them all out as a leader. For once it was nice to finally be able to sit down and relax.

There were some headphones in his ear and he was listening to the band Egoist. The vocalist was Inori Yuzuriha and he happened to be a big fan of her voice.

With that being said attempts at calling out to him using your voice might end up in failure. Music's too loud. Try shaking or bothering him.

2. Alternatively if anyone caught Shu while he was leaving his room/home at Odin you're free to catch him around wandering too. ]

( IC Summary of the Camping Event. )

Conclusions.
- Either we were sent to hostile territory or encountered a hostile scouting party in Asgard territory; either way we can assume that preparations for war are being made among the Fire Giants.
- We were not armed for battle. Those of us who do carry weapons found them removed. This fact is not consistent with the gods of Asgard's statements about how seriously they wish us to take this war -- unless it was their hope that deaths or injuries sustained among us might lead us to take their word.
- Baldr caused the camping trip to teach us a lesson about complaining in much the same way he wanted to teach us not to ask about our orginal abilities. The other gods distanced themselves from his actions but did not prevent them.
- I am tired and going to sleep.

((ooc: feel free to use this post to visit Conan at the hospital -- he will be spending a couple of days there. Also please feel free to time-skip as necessary! I am not sure how around I will be, so apologies if I am slow/stupid/all the usual disclaimers.))

[A video feed comes online. It looks like one of the dingiest, grayest and most forgotten parts of the Loki district. The only color is fading back into existence on the frame of Samantha Grey as she fiddles with her bracelet and gives it a thoughtful growl. She doesn't seem to completely notice that she's not wearing a cap right now, her horns visible.

Looking over to her right, the screen shifts just enough to give a view of a house guard in Hel colors. She nods to him before he departs and sighs.]

Thank you.

[There's a grunt and her hand reaches up to pull the cap she doesn't find there down. This makes her look even more annoyed, but ultimately it just gets another shrug. She sits heavily against the wall and looks around.]

So, I suppose this whole gray thing isn't complete bullshit, is it? Not exactly the brightest way to find out about that, I suppose. There really doesn't seem to be a way out of here, either, but I suppose most of you already knew that. Those bastards have us right where they want us, don't they? [She looks very briefly defeated, though her jaw firms quickly enough. She's not one to give up even in hopeless situations. This just requires a new tactic.]

(OOC: And with that, back from hiatus am I.)

[As awareness returns and grey recedes, Freyjadour finds himself backstage at the draupnir, although he had been leaving work last he remembered. The guard in front of him nods, before walking off without a word, leaving Freyjadour staring after him in confusion, bracelet in hand.

Though that confusion is broken by a rather petulant 'meow' as a rather sulky Charles stares up at him, wanting the shiny bangle she had been hoarding all to herself back but unable to reach it. The kitten whines a bit more, before stalking off with a twitch of her tail, leaving Frey staring after her, too.

The sensation of coming back to himself was decidedly odd, and a relief as well. Was that what the people here had experienced? It wasn’t something he fancied experiencing again, not at all. It put the situation in a bit more perspective, if that was so.

But how long had he been like that, senseless and grey....? He couldn't tell at all, and so he brings up the screen of his bracelet, glad it seems to be working properly.]

I must keep a better watch over my bracelet, it seems. How long has it been.....? It was the 95th day when I left.

Lyon? Are you alright?

[Most of all, though, he's concerned about how Lyon would have taken this.]


I apologize if my disappearance has inconvenienced anyone.

[Now that the shock had worn off a little, and the water had gone down, Georgiana is determined to do something fun, or at least attempt to. If she was to prosper, she needed to explore at the very least, so that is what she was going to do. That and she really needed to get her mind off home, and her children especially Eliza. All very good reasons to go out and enjoy the day, so she was wondering around outside, not really going anywhere, because she didn't know where to go but... looking anyway.

The video cuts to her done up as well as she can do by herself, bodice, skirts, hair wild and curling everywhere under her large brimmed hat with more feathers than was useful to basically anything, but she's classy, because that just came with breeding. Though if you asked her, she's hardly dressed up at all. Addressing a network doesn't bother her so much after addressing huge crowds either, even if she doesn't understand exactly how it works. This whole not having to face her husband-who-slept-with-her-best-friend-and-then-it-got-worse every day thing was having a remarkable effect on her, especially after talking to others and realising the opportunity she was being afforded. So she's practicality sing-songy when she speaks into her bracelet, smile on her lips.]

Tell me, what do people do here for fun? Are there plays and theatre to see? Opera? Or another place one can hear music? Somewhere one could play a few rounds of cards, even? [she rather likes gambling, says her couple of thousand in debt, shhh...] Does anyone throw parties? I'm sure someone must, though I am not really sure how society works here. Do people still dance? [because that really would be her favourite thing, parties, dancing, music. At home it's lost it's lustre a little, but here? The whole thing glittered with prospect.]

At the very least, who does a lady have to flirt with to find a decent cup of tea? [because it really had been fun being able to flirt, and not having to worry about what society and the rest says] Or to get a glass of champagne? Company would be nice too, should anyone feel like enjoying mine and you have the time free. [yep, husband? What husband? Georgiana Cavendish has more freedom than she has had since she was married at seventeen, and by God if she wasn't going to enjoy it.]

[ooc// if action, find her wherever you like, she could of wandered near or far from Freya district.]